Infinitely Losing My Edge

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Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cambodia and from Portland.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.

I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Carl Craig to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.

But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.

I'm losing my edge.

I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.

All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.

I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.

But have you seen my records?

Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Marine Girls, Stockholm Monsters, Public Enemy, Moebius, The Mummies, Kevin Saunderson, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Ornette Coleman, Buzzcocks, Wally Richardson, Unwound, Main Source, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, DeepChord presents Echospace, Joe Smooth, Yellowson, Davy DMX, The Beau Brummels, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Thompson Twins, Cabaret Voltaire, The Divine Comedy, Blossom Toes, John Cale, Gang Gang Dance, Curtis Mayfield, The Mojo Men, Black Flag, Dennis Brown, The Searchers, Technova, John Foxx, Symarip, MDC, H. Thieme, The Evens, Qualms, Peter & Gordon, The Shadows of Knight, DJ Style, Leonard Cohen, Idris Muhammad, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, June Days, Iggy Pop, Icehouse, Ronan, Simply Red, Infiniti, Dawn Penn, June of 44, The Fall, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, The Monks, The Fire Engines, Scientists, Sugar Minott, Swell Maps, Max Romeo, Crime, The Monochrome Set, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.

You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.

A hack by Matthew Ogle who is very sorry to James Murphy and basically everyone (cheers to Darius and this for the late-night inspiration)